When God Showed up in My Kitchen
I did not expect cleaning my kitchen to be a spiritual experience.
But as I began to empty the shelves and inventory the spices, I could not help but know I was not alone.
Pandora will tell you its online radio station uses sophisticated algorithms to determine a playlist. I know better. On that unsuspecting Saturday, it was the Holy Spirit singing — literally singing — over me.
Words about His sufficiency. His all-consuming love. Invitations to know Him more. To live in His grace.
Everything I need. Immeasurably more. Life from dry bones. Making me brave.
And there between the crumbs and the casserole dishes, as the Tupperware soaked in the kitchen sink, my soul began to absorb the message, too.
That I have confused the volume of stuff in my cabinets with the weight of my worthiness. That more things can be the exact opposite of more joy. That letting go of what is no longer needed doesn’t mean it was a waste.
I mingled in the mystery of How I dwell with Him as He dwells in me and how He loves hanging out in my kitchen on a Saturday afternoon.
As I sorted and tossed and uncovered and built a pile for Goodwill, He was there. Not on the other side of my mess waiting for me to get my act together, but near me. At my side, working with me to make something new. Something simple. A space uncluttered and without distraction.
In my kitchen. And in my soul.
Linking this reflection of Small Wonder with my friend and fellow blogger, Kelly Chripczuk, who has recently launched a Community of blogging Beauty Hunters at her site. So grateful for the reminder that our Big God shows himself in the most amazing small ways.